[ Devour ]
just something silly about jayce growing a mustache
Christmas Eve at the Grave. Otto Hesselbom, 1896
Imagine Nanami Kento waking up from anesthesia after surgery, his bleary and unfocused gaze landing on you (his wife) standing beside him and holding his hand in yours. You smile at him warmly, softly reassuring him that he's okay and that you're right here beside him as he stares at you silently.
Nanami looks down at your joined hands, his gaze seems to focus on the wedding band adorning his ring finger. He stares at it for a moment before looking back up at you.
"Who are you?" He slurs, his words sloshy and imprecise. So unlike him, and so very adorable. "Are you a nurse?"
You giggle at Nanami's question.
"No, I'm not a nurse."
Nanami seems puzzled at your response. His brows furrow as his fingers move against yours, thumb stroking across your knuckles in that gentle motion he always does to soothe you. Your smile widens. Looks like there are some things that even ketamine can't erase.
"Wow. You got the most gorgeous smile. Are you a model? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my whole life. You got really pretty teeth too..."
Kento's fingers tighten around yours, his voice falling into a groggy whisper.
"But...I think I'm married. We shouldn't be holding hands like this."
You bite your lip, fighting against the bubbling laughter in your throat and failing.
"O-Oh?"
Nanami nods, his expression shifting from one of appreciative awe to adorable seriousness.
"I want to be a good husband."
Well that just about melted your whole damn heart. Even the hospital staff in the background can't repress their "awww"s and "that's a keeper"s.
"Don't worry, you are a wonderful husband, Kento. I know that for sure."
He's confused again, those unfocused honey brown's searching yours, trying to figure out the situation as best as he can given the circumstances.
"How do you know?"
You raise your left hand, bringing it into his line of sight and wiggle your ring finger, the golden band surrounding it captures Nanami's attention in an instant.
"Because I'm your wife."
Nanami's eyes instantly grow wide, his expression morphing into one of childlike wonder.
"You're my wife?"
You laugh.
"Yes."
He squeezes your hand with a surprising amount of strength given that he was knocked out cold not that long ago.
"We're really married?"
"Yes."
"Wow..." Kento breathes, drifting off for a moment before asking you another question. "Have we kissed yet?"
His innocent yet hilarious question sends you into another fit of laugher.
"Y-yes! Many times."
Nanami rewards you with a dopey smile, his gaze so utterly loving, enchanted by your unrestrained joy.
"My wife." He murmurs adoringly, his fingers reaching up to caress your cheek.
"I love hearing you laugh." His palm cups your face. "You really are so beautiful. I hit the jackpot, didn't I?"
Grinning from ear to ear, you press a tender kiss to Kento's fingertips before guiding his hand back down to the bed.
"Alright sweetest man alive, you need to stop talking before you make every person in this room fall in love with you. I'm going to grab a snack for us for later. I'll be right back, okay?"
Kento nods.
"Okay. Can I get another kiss when you come back?"
Atsumu "do you think we're brothers in every universe?" vs Osamu "God, I hope not"
"oh will is such a bean he would never hurt a fly!!"
girl. THAT BOY IS TEXAN WITH A COUNTRY SINGER MOTHER?? he has probably witnessed more fights break out than all of us combined and he CANONICALLY listens to true crime podcasts!!! bro would 100% go berserk and use his southern accent to scare campers when they don't follow his doctors orders. "oh your wound reopened? OH, RATS! WHAT DID I TELL YA 'BOUT SWORD FIGHTIN'-" he is not a bean, your honour. HE'S A MENACE!!
I CAME TO REQUEST, IN THE NAME OF THE FANDOM WE MUST SEE….
your version of “things I posted to get my crush to date me”
Specially Barty….
Hahaha ooooh Barty
May I present to you…
Things Barty Crouch Jr posted hoping to get (fem) readers attention:
(did i do this right? I’ve only ever seen one of these before!)
I could talk for hours about the sweet spot between regulus being a softie as a child and a teen/adult grew into someone with practically unbreakable walls that are simply part of him now and how that softie still shines through liek a ghost haunting a house. BUT my favorite example is Regulus being someone who has a visceral reaction to things he finds cute and precious, liek small animals or moths or toys no one cares about. He obviously knows how to keep that reaction to a minimum when around other people so none of his closest friends see him genuinely geek out over something adorable even when they know he is still softer to cute things, but he’s got that bubbling urge still that he keeps under wraps with like a twitch in his eye. That is, until he sees Barty in his raccoon animagus form for the first time and he just stops because he’s never seen a raccoon before but then he just melts and the next thing anyone knows he’s cradles Barty like a baby while he just goes insane about how adorable he is and he can’t stop smiling and gushing and the rest of the skittles are just watching with a prideful ‘huh. That’s new.’ sort of thought because it’s nice to see the traces of genuine sweetness left in their friend sometimes. And Barty is absolutely cheezed after, he’s just a complete dope high on the joy of being fawned over and pampered so much by his favorite boy. It’s a good day for everyone.
I love the idea of Valgrace/Jasico where it’s just Jason, being raised by wolves, immediately clocking Leo/Nico as “the runt of the litter” and Mamma Wolf deciding that they therefore MUST be protected.
Barty's animagus being a pigeon that always shits on people's heads and occasionally in their mouths if the wind cooperates
pretending to get married to your best friend so you can schedule free cake tasting with shops all over town and slowly falling in love along the way